This is a song about "Your gross"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

And of course, my car's off course

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

Right flows down and they might go nice

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

They bringing me fish and chips

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love